Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 18:12:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Little Paulie
Subject: A Boys Transgression pt 1 (TG)
`A Boys Transgression' by Little Paul
Story Outline
Paul is an unhappy teenager struggling to find friends and acceptance at a
new high school in England. Publicly humiliated by a domineering gym
teacher, Paul is bewildered by his resulting emotions and desires. Left
alone he briefly finds happiness, but facing the anger, or insight, of his
older sister, Paul is forced into sharing his secret with others. This
makes for an extremely tough time at school, including another particularly
nasty encounter in the gym. With a growing realisation of who he is, Paul
eventually finds peace and companionship.
Chapter One - Humiliation in Gym Class
I really wasn't having a very successful 14th year. My name is Paul, and
about 3 months ago we moved countries due to Dad's new job. I found the
whole thing really unsettling. The new school was huge compared to what I
had been used to, and I found making friends there very difficult. I'm not
naturally easy going, and I'm not into sports either; in fact I prefer
reading and staying inside. Combined with my short, slim body, I guess it's
all too easy for everyone to simply ignore me. I'm starting to really fancy
girls, and can't wait to have my first girlfriend, but I'm not sure how I'm
going to impress a girl enough for her to fancy me! I think I just need to
find something in common with them so they can get to know me better, but
right now I just don't understand them at all - they talk and worry about
the weirdest things! Without any friends at the moment, however, I guess
I'm a pretty lonely kid. At least my skin is clear - no acne yet!
Claire, my sister, seems to be handling the shift much easier. She is a
year ahead of me, and although I would never tell her, I guess she is quite
beautiful. She doesn't attract boys like a cheap date, but as she is very
outgoing and kind natured, others seem to come into her life easily. Just
a boy's luck too, she is smarter than I am. We get on okay I suppose, but
her life is just all excitement as she settles into the new routine. Me,
well I find that books and computer games are all I have to look forward
to.
There are some beautiful girls at school. I watch them carefully during
class, or during lunch time. I think they look great in their school
uniform, that's the only nice thing I have found with this country so
far. At the moment they wear a white blouse with a tie, a dark blue
cardigan, and a light blue skirt with several pleats. I love looking at
their smooth legs, and have been caught steering more than once already.
They had only been wearing skirts for a few weeks, for before that they
wore their winter pinafore or `tunic style' dresses; also light blue and
with a thick but soft cotton. I had liked how the pinafore `bib' sat over
their shoulders and breasts, it emphasised all the right places. I've often
fantasised about standing behind a girl and slipping my arms between her
front bib and her blouse, and feeling her growing hardness. Perhaps I've
taken too much notice of their uniforms, but I do find it interesting. The
boy's uniform is really boring in comparison, we have grey short trousers,
grey shirt and tie, and a grey coloured jersey with a light and dark blue
band around the v-collar. How dull, but I suppose hard wearing and
practical!
Anyway, my disastrous year started with the shift, and progressively got
worse. There was a particularly strong emphasis at the new school on games
and sport. Previously I had tried to avoid these things, but it was not
possible now! I have two classes per week, and my slight frame gets a
pounding each time! I feel miserable for the whole 50 minutes. When we have
a game, I'm of course the last boy picked for any team, and usually for
good reason. The guys get mad at me when I make mistakes, and the girls
ignore me like they always do. Even the gym teacher hassles me now! I don't
know why, but she seems to have it in for me big time. I think she finds
that picking on me makes her feel more capable herself. I just hate her,
Miss Butcher - what a cow. I find myself trembling when I think of her,
even now.
She started really going for me when I forgot to take my gym gear to school
a few weeks into the new term. Normally other boys are made to read books
on working-out or fitness tips; me, I had to mop out both the boy's and
girl's locker rooms while my class played football. That made me feel
really singled out. There was one small bonus, however, for I got to see
all the girls clothes hanging up neatly in their changing area. I didn't
touch anything, just looked and wondered how the room would be when it is
filled with all those lovely girls half naked and laughing and talking
about the good looking guys.
That punishment paled compared to what Miss Butcher made me do a week
later. Mum and Dad had been fighting half the night, and I remember feeling
scared and lonely while struggling to find some sleep. In the morning I
didn't hear my alarm clock, and only after a yell from Claire did I wake. I
had to race off to school without breakfast and without my gym gear for the
second time in three classes. Miss Butcher was of course furious, in front
of the waiting class she yelled "I think you do this on purpose Paul
because you don't like games. Is that right?"
"No Miss Butcher" I feebly replied.
"Well, I have thought of a way of fixing boys like you who don't like gym
classes. Come with me".
She literally dragged me out of the gym and towards her office. I was
thinking - Shit, the cane - the first time in my life I'm going to get
belted at school! I wish I had been so lucky. Miss Butcher looked through
the Lost and Found cupboard and produced a hand-full of leotards! I
couldn't believe it! She couldn't force me to wear one of those could she?
In gym the girls usually wore shorts and tee shirts like the guys, but I
guess in the cupboard were things from all the other classes. Miss Butcher
looked at me and the leotards, and selected one.
"Here - put this on, then get into the gym pronto."
I started to refuse, but her anger and directness made me back down. Bloody
hell, what sort of nightmare school is this? I slowly went into the boy's
locker room and looked at the leotard. I had occasionally seen girls
wearing them while doing gymnastics classes after school, and I remember
thinking at the time how great that they looked in them. Very little had
been left to my imagination as they were so revealing on their lovely
teenage bodies. Now it was my turn! Oh God, I though, I'm going to die.
I undressed completely and stood in the locker room shivering from both
cold and fear. I pulled the material this way and that while trying to work
out what to do. Eventually I worked it out and stepped sheepishly into
it. I pulled the leotard up my thin legs and over my modest dick, feeling
the closeness and fit as I went. Somehow I managed to wiggle the rest up my
chest and get my hands through the arm-holes. After a few squirms and tugs
I was in.
Yuck. I couldn't believe it - my initial reaction was one of complete
disgust. Forced to wear a girl's leotard!
It felt like it was sitting correctly, but then I noticed that it didn't
feel quite right around the neck. With one arm first bent double behind
itself, and then around and over the opposite shoulder, I figured out there
was a small zip at the back of my leotard that ran up to the neck. It
seemed about 6 inches long, was very fine, and was half hidden in the way
it had been sown into the material. As much as I contorted myself, I
couldn't zip the thing up more than an inch or two from the bottom. Too
bad, I thought, it will have to do.
I stole a look at myself in the mirrors. What a sight! The leotard had no
sleeves at all, and was the same light blue as the girls winter
pinafores. Well, I thought, that was a small bonus! In addition to the blue
it had a white and dark blue raised trim around where my legs and arms came
out, and around the neck. The trim really outlined the leotard, and when I
looked at it again, I guess the trim made the leotard quite
attractive. Well, on a girl's body it might have anyway! On me it just
looked strange. The `no sleeve' look exposed my upper arms, and had I been
a more physical guy, that would have been a great `muscle look'. On my
slender frame, however, it certainly made me look more like a teenage girl
than anything else!
As I re-arranged the leotard the elasticised seams made little "snaps" as
they fell back into place. This felt really unusual, and produced a weird
feeling all through me. This was heighten as I explored my new look a
little more closely. I realised that Miss Butcher had made a careful
selection indeed, for I suppose the leotard fit me quite well. It hugged me
all over (except for around the unzipped top), but at the same time it
didn't feel uncomfortably tight anywhere. The material was soft, but
somehow supportive at the same time.
I slowly turned around in the mirrors and looked at how my body
appeared. It was odd, but I liked the shape where the small of my back run
into the top of my bum - I'd never seen that form in my own body before -
and outlined my the leotard it gave me a little thrill.
A yell from the gym bought me back to earth in a flash. "PAUL RICHARDSON,
GET OUT HERE NOW!!"
Shit, now I realised the sheer helplessness of my situation and the
impending disaster in front of me. In the empty locker room dressing up was
one thing, but now I had to join the class, clad in this revealing leotard
just like a girl! My stomach tightened up and my legs refused to move. I
briefly considered hiding somewhere, but then realised this would only make
the situation worse. There was nothing for it but face the music. I forced
my shaking legs into action, and barefoot I went reluctantly down the empty
corridor and towards the gym entrance.
Of course I was met with shirks of laughter the moment I stepped through
the door and the class saw what I had been forced to wear! I just wanted to
die. I immediately sensed tears welling up in my eyes but I fought to
control them. My face was burning with embarrassment and I felt two feet
tall. I stood motionless and completely at the mercy of the class.
The laughter went on for what felt forever. I can still hear it now. The
boys and girls were formed up in separate lines ready for a game, and they
all had a very clear look at me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and just
completely pathetic. The laughter continued until Miss Butcher blew her
bloody whistle.
"Class, this is the punishment if anyone forgets their gear from now on,
boys or girls". Sorry Paul that you were first, but I'm sick of you kids
not wanting to join my class. Now I don't want anyone making fun of Paul,
otherwise next week they'll get the same treatment. Paul, it's very
appropriate you are wearing a leotard, as the girls are one short, so join
them for this volleyball class".
Oh joy - more embarrassment. Now I have to play as a girl as well! This was
just awful, and probably the worst part was that I realised none of the
more competitive girls were protesting that having a boy play opposite them
would be unfair!!
As I started making my way over to the girls something caught Miss
Butcher's eye and she marched over to me. "Oh you silly little girl - you
aren't even dressed properly."
She deftly found the tiny zip in the back of my leotard and as she pulled
it up, I felt the top of the leotard fit snugly around chest and shoulders,
and the material also pulled a little tighter around my crotch! I realised
the leotard was now stretched perfectly all over my small frame, and
outlined me completely.
As soon as Miss Butcher released me I also realised that I probably
couldn't reach around far enough to unzip myself. I would be imprisoned in
my leotard until someone helped me out of it! This completed my
humiliation, for it now seemed the leotard had power over me! I wanted to
run outside and hide in shame, but I knew I couldn't escape this punishment
for I would stand out as a freak where-ever I ran.
As the game started I was so self conscious and embarrassed I missed even
the easy shots that the girls hit towards me. Being short as well I found
the game hard, for no matter how high I jumped at the net, I still couldn't
block even the weakest shots that the opposition girls hit into our court.
Wearing the leotard, however, it did feel like I was jumping a little
higher than normal.
The girls in the class certainly looked at me in a funny way the whole
time, and giggled whenever I had to chase the ball or bend over to pick it
up. I think one or two even hit the ball towards me for this very reason. I
felt so utterly useless. This was the worst punishment I could imagine. To
top it off, every nook and cranny in my body seemed completely exposed, and
everyone was having a good stare. I was especially conscious about my
little dick, it was pulled in tight and made just a couple of minor bumps
in my otherwise smooth crotch area. This was the brunt of several really
nasty comments, the worst by far was "Is that a cock or a panty shield?"
which made everyone nearly collapse with restrained laughter.
I was so consumed by this torment I didn't really notice that in fact the
leotard was fairly comfortable to wear. The only exception was that from
time to time I had to reposition it around my arse as it rode up my crack
whenever I jumped or stretched. I found myself pulling the bottom of the
leotard back into place by hooking my index fingers into each side of the
material and pulling it back down my arse cheeks. I first did it
sub-consciously after a few minutes into the game, and then blushed even
more as I realised that this was exactly what girls in leotards or
swimsuits do! The second time I re-adjusted my leotard, the girl next to
me, Angela, bent over and quietly whispered to me.
"Well done Paul, that's how you do it."
No one else heard the comment and it made me feel both humiliated and
strange. My first thought was that she wanted to help me as if I were a
girl! How miserable I must be as a boy. Then a second thought ran through
my mind - blimmy, a girl finally talked to me! I felt just the smallest bit
of gratitude that such a nice looking girl had noticed me in a way that
wasn't making fun of me in front of the others - how odd?
Eventually the class ended and I crept into the locker room. I wondered how
the guys would treat me away from the moderating influence of Miss
Butcher. Thankfully most of them just ignored me like they usually
did. One, however, a tall guy called Matt who was quite popular with the
girls, was behind me as we filed into the locker room. Before I knew it he
was running his hands all around my thin arse and hips, and in a loud voice
said "Hey little girl - nice body, but aren't you in the wrong locker
room!!"
It was awful, he was so confident and familiar with his hands. I felt
completely powerless and worst of all so violated - he had just reached out
and done exactly what he wanted, even touching my arse!
Of course the changing room erupted in fresh laughter. My punishment was
total!
As the noise subsided and everyone started changing, I took my bag and
clothes and went over to one side. I tried in vain to reach the handle of
the little zip of my leotard, but just couldn't get my arm around far
enough. My leotard had a very close fitting neck, so without opening the
zip there was no way out of the thing. I knew I was trapped wearing what I
was, but I was determined to escape this cruel punishment.
I struggled pathetically for a minute or two, but then my aching arms could
take it no more. I thought that possibly I could put my uniform straight
on, but what would Miss Butcher say to that when she didn't get the leotard
back?! I had no choice, I plucked up the courage and turned to the guy next
to me.
"Can you un-zip me please?" I quietly asked with my back half turned to
him.
He looked up and simply grunted "What?"
I repeated my stupid sounding request. The guy was a fairly tough looking
character, and instantly spat out "Piss off, cup-cake".
I couldn't take much more of this humiliation and suddenly burst out
sobbing. `Hairy-Face' next to me simply ignored my tears and carried on
getting changed, as did most of the others. I wanted to curl up and die in
frustration and shame.
Across the room Matt saw what was happening to me, and either in sympathy
or sarcasm called out "Come here Little Paulie, Matt will un-zip you."
Matt had the status among the boys for this to be `funny - sarcastic' more
than anything else. It therefore caused more laughter and smart
comments. As much as I didn't want to, I had to walk over to him in
complete submission. Whatever independence or self-will I used to have was
now long gone. In my forced role-play, I briefly wondered if this feeling
of dependence was how a girl often felt during the course of a day?
I approached Matt and stopped a foot or two away with my back turned
compliantly to him. I waited patiently. Matt was in no hurry, it fact it
felt like he was checking me out! I cringed further and felt so exposed
with so many guys looking straight at me. I subtly moved one leg closer to
the other, hoping this helped take away any focus on my little dick. After
what felt like eternity Matt placed one big hand on top of my left
shoulder, and gently ran his right hand over the top of my back until he
found the zip handle.
This simple action made my legs feel weak, There was absolutely nothing in
his act other than looking for the zip, but just the closeness between us,
and the warmth from his hands on my back, made me feel completely
weird. Strangely the nearest I could think to describing this was that,
next to him, I felt a moment of safety. Was he in fact looking after me?
He didn't caress me like he did previously, but it felt like he was now
showing some compassion for me. With his hands on my shoulders and back I
felt almost a second of acceptance.
This tiny instant of peace was gone is a flash, however, for once the
zipper was fully down he patted me firmly on the butt while saying "There
you go sweetie, now run along and get changed like a good little girl!"
My moment of gratitude was instantly replaced with fury. How bloody
patronising, there was no need for that! I wanted to lash out and punch the
arse-hole as hard as I could. I almost turned, but then realised how
utterly ineffective that would have been. I was probably 8-10 inches
shorter than Matt and probably 40 - 50 pounds lighter! Not exactly David
and Goliath, but certainly a one way ticket to the hospital. Bastard!
Instead I again did what he told me, and went back to my corner of the
room. I carefully pulled the leotard down one shoulder and worked my arms
out. With my chest exposed I grabbed my shirt and rapidly put it on. I
arranged my shirt so it covered as much of my bottom and front as possible,
and then peeled the leotard down my legs and stepped gratefully out of
it. As I put on my trousers I finally started to relax. Never have my ugly
short school trousers felt so good, although in comparison to what I had
been wearing, they seemed bulky and heavy. The relief was huge however, at
last my ungamely body had somewhere to hide!
I picked up the leotard and went with some apprehension to Miss Butchers
office. She was filling out some paperwork and looked up as I approached.
"I hope you have learnt your lesson, Richardson" she rapped out.
I silently reached out to return the leotard, and she looked carefully
straight into my eyes.
" No Paul, that's your leotard now. I want you to always have your leotard
in your bag to remind you of this day, and to ensure you bring your proper
gear to my class. You know what will happen if you ever forget don't you?"
This made me completely terrified, for I sensed that Miss Butcher was
thinking more than she was making obvious, and that my life was never going
to be quite the same again.
Chapter Two - Caught in Complete Shame.
>From gym class I made my way across the school grounds for the last class
of the week. The room was a few minutes walk, and I had to hurry to make up
for lost time. I saw Angela, the helpful girl who had spoken to me during
the volleyball game, also heading for the same class. I caught up and
started to pass her.
"Hi Paul, are you ok?" she asked in a very gentle voice.
I felt tears coming again and just quietly replied "Sure" with my head
down.
Angela continued - "I heard all the laughter from the locker room, were the
guys giving you are hard time? I think that was very cruel of Miss Butcher,
but you took it very well."
Her kindness cheered me up a little as we entered the maths room. I got a
few insinuating comments from the others as I quickly took an empty seat up
the front. I remember thinking - what a day, I wish I was dead.
The last class passed slowly but uneventfully, and I headed gratefully home
for the weekend. Mum and Dad were out for the evening, and Claire had told
me she was taking in a movie with some friends. I watched some TV and by
eight o'clock I crawled into bed, both mentally and physically
exhausted. Even in this state I slept poorly, dreaming of laughter while
being overwhelmed with a strong sense of panic. Around nine the next
morning Claire knocked quietly on my door and came into my room before I
could say anything. She closed the door behind her, and sat on the side of
my bed next to my chest.
"Paul, I heard about yesterday. That must have been awful. Are you ok now?"
Her comments brought the hole nightmare back, and before I could say
anything I was crying. Claire squeezed my shoulder and comforted me.
"Don't worry kid, it's all behind you now. By Monday everyone would have
forgotten all about it, and those that haven't will be shit scared they
might be next. Don't fret. I heard actually that some of the girls thought
you had coped very well with the whole thing."
I wasn't so convinced but stopped crying and managed a smile.
"Thanks Claire" was about all I could get out. She half hugged me and as
she left the room she turned and looked back
"Don't worry , I'm not going to tell Mum or Dad. You'll be ok now."
Saturday passed slowly and I was starting to relax a little. I slept much
better that night, and struggled out of bed quite late the next morning to
find I had the house to myself. I recalled that everyone was out until mid
afternoon, so I had a few hours to kill. Great, piece and quiet.
In the lounge I started to play a computer game, but after a few moments a
curious thought ran through my mind. As much as I had hated that leotard
during the Friday humiliation, it did feel kind of exciting to wear! What a
weird feeling - weird as in physically comforting, but simultaneously weird
as in dangerous and dearing. I wondered about looking at it again and
perhaps trying it on in my bedroom.
I went upstairs and got my leotard out of my bag. It was a bit creased, and
I realised I should have washed it or at least folded it up somewhere. As I
pulled the leotard the right way out my mind went all fuzzy, and I again
recalled how sexy and desirable girls look dressed only in these. If only
I could be that desirable too! Before I knew it I had stripped off, and was
quickly repeating the wiggles and squirms to get myself back into it. After
a few moments I was once again wearing a tight fitting but comfortable
girls leotard.
Oh shit, I though, I'd forgotten the zip, and didn't want to wear the
leotard incorrectly. After puzzling for a moment I got carefully out of the
leotard, and while naked I hunted through my wardrobe. Arrr - perfect - a
piece of string about 18 inches long. I managed somehow to get one end
through the tiny hole in the zip handle, and then made a sad excuse for a
knot. It certainly wasn't a recognised knot, but I gave it a tug and it
felt like it would hold. A moment later I was back in my leotard. I was
getting the hang of this, as it seemed easier to get in each time! I found
the string hanging down the centre of my back, and pulled it up and over my
head. It worked a treat, for after a good yank the zip closed to the very
top.
I felt instantly secure with the lovely material stretching over me as it
was supposed to. This time I also appreciated how wonderful the leotard
felt around my bum and dick. Each wiggle I had made while pulling the
leotard up had sent shock waves through me, especially when I pulled the
material tightly up against my little penis. Fully zipped into my leotard,
in the privacy of my room, I felt a tremendous surge of comfort and
excitement!
For the first time I ran my own hands over my arse, hips and stomach,
imitating what Matt done to me. What a strange feeling, smooth, tight
material hugging me all over. It did actually feel really good. I imagined
Angela's hands caressing my leotard instead of me or Matt, and immediately
my little dick leapt to attention. Not bad, considering the leotard was
trying hard to prevent this arousal! Man alive, was I grateful that didn't
happen while in the gym or with Matt! I pulled the bottom of the leotard
out to give my dick an easier time and when I released it, the leotard went
back into position with the customary `snap'. That gave me another little
thrill, so I repeated it around my legs and shoulders. I also used my index
fingers to again adjust the leotard around my little arse, and decided I
really liked that sensation.
I stole out of my bedroom and cautiously walked down the hallway and into
the lounge. The house was perfectly empty of course, and my confidence was
increasing. I prepared a coffee and polished off a few biscuits. It felt
pretty comfortable walking around I have to say. My erection was still as
hard as ever, so I must have looked a real sight. During all this time I
knew I would be skinned alive if Mum or Dad found out, but this feeling of
`doing something wrong' was a big part of the buzz I was feeling. I was
feeling guilty as hell, but at the same time I knew I really liked wearing
the leotard and the way it felt on me. How weird all right.
Heading back to my room I passed the half open door of Claire's
room. Normally I would never go in there, but I thought that as I was
dressed as I girl and quite enjoying the feeling, then what harm could come
from a quick look.
I passed through her door and was in another world. The room was clean and
tidy, and tastefully decorated. I contrasted it with the mess that was
constantly lying all around my room. All her clothes were of course put
away, her bed made, cuddly toys in their own little places, and the dresser
top all straight and tidy. What a difference - it made me feel physically
calm and relaxed just stepping in. I could almost sense how physically
dirty I was in comparison, as I hadn't even showered yet. I felt like an
intruder and out of place.
As I turned to leave, I saw myself in her dresser mirror. This mirror
wasn't as good as the large mirrors in the locker room, but I was again
surprised how I looked. I hesitated, then stepped closer to see better. I
turned this way and that, and arched my back a few times to see again how
my little body looked. It would hardly pass as a girl's body, but with only
fine small hairs on my arms and legs, and without any obvious muscle
definition, I certainly didn't appear a typically boy either. My dick
strained even more, and I forgot all about leaving.
In the mirror I caught a glimpse of some clothes hanging up in Claire's
wardrobe behind me. It was her school uniform, all ready for tomorrow. How
typical of Claire, organised and prepared for life! My knees felt a bit
weak, and I hesitated as I thought again of my fantasy with the winter
pinafores. The desire to touch the soft cotton of the pinafore was too
much, and I started to explore the wardrobe contents. Sure enough, towards
the end of the rack, put away until the autumn, was Claire's winter
uniform. It was fantastic to touch, and again my mind wondered
uncontrollably. In my feminised condition, I found myself considering
whether to try it on or not!
Unbelievable, a few days ago I would have choked on the very thought, but
now, already prancing about in a girls leotard and enjoying it, the idea of
wearing a girl's winter uniform seemed almost sensible! Why not, I decided.
I found a white blouse and clumsily buttoned it with very inexperienced
figures - what a job. I then slipped the pinafore over my head and let it
fall down around me. What a thrill! I straightened it out, buttoned and
zipped up the side of the dress by my left hip, then reached under the
dress and pulled the blouse down tight.
I was filled with amazing new sensations! I did a little twirl or two, and
felt tingles all over me, especially around the legs. Her pinafore wasn't a
bad fit, the waist felt like it was too high, but then I remembered that
girls did have the waistline in their dresses higher than the equivalent of
what a boy would have for the top of his trousers. The pinafore swept over
my thighs in a lovely comfortable manner, and finished just below my
knees. The soft warm cotton felt beautiful wherever it came into contact
with my skin. This was particularly noticeable where it brushed over the
very top of my thighs and then around where the leotard tightly defined my
dick. These unusual sensations made my little dick throb like it had never
done before, but as it was pulled in hard by the leotard, it didn't spoil
the way the pinafore hung in front of me.
This was heaven! I ran my hand over the top of the pinafore and down and
around the small of my back. It was amazing, perfectly smooth, no belt or
shirt tucked into where trousers had been ever since I could remember, just
a continuation of material down around my bum! What a sensational feeling!
No wonder Claire liked wearing her favourite skirts and dresses.
A whole new world seemed to be opening up for me. I stepped out of the
paradise that Claire's room now represented, and repeated my wandering
around the house, purposely swinging my body and hips to accent the way the
pinafore swept around my legs. It felt even better than walking around in
the leotard, certainly warmer. I practised sitting on the couch, and tried
that cool thing I like when girls practically sit on their ankles as they
curl up on a sofa. The pinafore sat nicely around my legs and felt
instantly very natural on me.
All these new feelings were making me feel totally dizzy. I knew it was far
from normal for a teenage boy to feel so good in a dress, but I couldn't
explain to myself why I felt so at ease. I felt free and unrestrained in
this pinafore, and I liked the way the front of it brushed against my knees
and all the way up to the start of my leotard as I walked around. I would
have been petrified if I had to wear this uniform in front of anyone,
whether they were laughing at me or not, but in private I felt very
peaceful.
I re-assured myself I wasn't gay, I had never thought of guys like that,
and I knew I was thinking more and more of girls as the days went by -
especially Angela who had been so kind on Friday. As much as I tried,
however, I couldn't explain my desire to wear the leotard and the
pinafore. I thought of the other clothes my sister would have in her room,
but I couldn't imagine anything feeling as good as this combination
did. How strange, and how did I end up like this? I was a perfectly normal
boy a few days ago!?
Suddenly I got the overwhelming urge to masturbate into the toilet. In a
zombie-like manner I walked into the bathroom. I found myself in front of
the mirror with a hand groping under my dress. I tried to get my fingers
around my dick, but it wasn't easy due to the close fitting leotard. My
body was so turned on I had no sooner grabbed at my dick once or twice when
I uncontrollably exploded into the leotard!
It was some explosion too, I had wanked a few times before and knew the
routine, but this was completely different. It was so much more
physical. At the moment of climax I received a jolt right through my brain,
almost as if a mad rush of hormones had actually surged from one side of my
head to the other. Holy mother - that was something else!
Then reality quickly set in. Shit! It wasn't the plan to come in my
leotard! I was supposed to get my dick out in time and relieve myself in
the bowl. I panicked! I looked under the pinafore and saw semen seeping
through the leotard. What a mess. With one hand I carefully held the
pinafore and blouse tail away from the growing semen stain, and with the
other I struggled to release the pinafore zip and button. What is it with
me and zips I thought? After a brief second or two - success, the button
was released and with a heave I got the pinafore off without soaking semen
all over it. The blouse was next and that wasn't easy either, but with
patience it was unbuttoned and my sister's uniform was off and un-soiled.
By now I was feeling the semen all around my limp dick and crotch, and
could smell it. Oh what a disaster. I tried to think straight. The first
priority was to get Claire's things back into her wardrobe as carefully as
I could. Ok -that achieved, I returned to the bathroom and grabbed for my
`safety release' string to unzip myself out of my leotard. I hunted behind
my back with both hands but couldn't find it. The panic level raised
considerably, and I hunted frantically. Arr - finally I found the string,
and in an uncontrolled manner, I started to pull.
The zip couldn't have been lined up, for as I increased the pressure it
refused to un-zip. I pulled harder and -oh my god - shit shit shit, the
bloody string come away in my hand! The stupid knot had come undone, and I
was left holding a useless piece of string while remaining securely zipped
into the leotard!
This was panic-mode big time. I knew that I was again helpless, and if I
damaged the leotard or `lost it', Miss Butcher would get me for sure. I
really tried everything I could to get my fingers around that zip handle,
but the more I struggled, the more I knew it was utterly pointless.
I tried desperately for about five minutes when out of nowhere I heard the
back door close. Oh Christ - how much worse could this get!! I was now
feeling real fear. I dashed into my room and just got the door closed
before footsteps came up the hall. Was it Mum, Dad or Claire? All were
complete nightmares.
The footsteps were light and they ran out just before my room - it was
Claire. From behind my door I heard her yell out, "Hey lazy brat - are you
up yet?
"Of course" I replied a little too quickly, and then froze as I heard
Claire coming out of her room and towards mine. There was no reason for her
to approach my end of the hall unless she wanted to talk with me! My fear
heightened, and I almost emptied my bladder right there on the carpet.
Before I knew it, she was knocking on my door while at the same time trying
to open it. Instinctively I pushed the moving door frantically back,
startling Claire completely.
"Hey - what are you doing Paul?"
"Nothing - go away"
"Nothing? Then let me in?"
She pushed harder on my door, and I pushed harder back. I was losing both
the logic of the argument and the battle with the door. With a heave Claire
burst in and saw me shivering with fear clad only in my leotard.
"Oh Paul, what are you doing! She hesitated, taking in what I was wearing,
"Is that the leotard from Friday?"
My eyes filled with tears and then they uncontrollably streamed down my
face. Claire came over to where I had retreated to, and was staring at
me. She then pulled me into her and just hugged me. I couldn't say
anything, and the tears continued to flow. Claire held me close for a
moment or two, then I squirmed out of her embrace and pulled back. She
looked directly at me, then the mess around my dick caught her attention
for the first time. Her eyes widened! A second later she thought to look at
her own crotch. There were patches of sticky semen on her and she was
obviously mortified! I expected her to freak, and I'm sure most sisters
would have. Claire groaned out loud, and returned her gaze to me.
"WHAT have you been up to? NO - don't answer that, just GET into the
bathroom and clean yourself up!"
"I can't" I sobbed.
"What do you mean `you can't' - get that leotard off right now!"
"I can't", I stammered, "I can't get out of my leotard" I was shaking and
feeling like I was going to throw up. Worst of all I could hardly talk.
Claire looked puzzled until she figured out my helpless
situation. Unbelievably she simply turned me around and unzipped me. I
continued to cry as I went straight into the bathroom and ran the shower.
Half an hour later I was cleaned up and back in my room. The shaking had
stopped but I still felt weak. Mum and Dad thankfully were still out, so I
washed out my leotard and rapped it up in a towel to dry in my room. After
a while Claire came in again to see me. I noticed she had of course changed
her jeans as well.
"Paul - I don't know what you were up to, but you mustn't do it again. I
know leotards are nice to wear, but they are for girls, not boys. You
aren't my little sister, you're my little brother. Mum and Dad will kill
you if they find out"
"I knew it was wrong" I said, then after pausing for a moment continued -
"I just couldn't help it. It did feel nice wearing the leotard and the
dr--- , ah, thing - would have been ok if the string hadn't fallen off."
Oh my goodness, I had almost blurted out that I had been wearing more than
the leotard!
I tried to pull myself together as I explained as best I could what had
happened with the string. The funny side of the string distracted Claire,
for she gave a little laugh and her mood lightened completely.
"Cheer up Brat" There's no harm done. Just don't go there again. I won't
tell Mum this time, but there is a condition. I want you to stay away from
my clothes. I don't want you making a mess in my stuff or ruining anything,
understand! If you disobey me, I'll tell Mum you are a sissy, and you will
be dead meat."
"Thanks Claire", I gratefully said, "you're great."
I was so relieved with how Claire was reacting, and even more grateful that
my secret with her school uniform was safe. It was a very lucky escape
indeed, for I don't think she would have been so understanding if she had
found semen all through her pinafore! I was still mortified that Claire had
caught me and discovered my urge to wear a girl's leotard around home, but
I couldn't have asked her to be more understanding. I just hoped like crazy
she wouldn't tell anyone - oh shit, what chance was there of that?
Nevertheless, I felt like I had been thrown a small life-line, but I knew
without a doubt that my fate was now firmly in my sister's hands.
Chapter Three - From Compassion to Fury
Monday morning came around just to quick for me, and it was back to that
frightening and lonely school. As I feared the school week started as it
had finished, as I got hassled by almost everyone I came
across. Fortunately it got progressively less as the days went on, but the
kids who had seen me in my leotard made smart remarks whenever they passed
me between classes or during breaks. "Sissy", "Leo", "Lady", "Freak", they
just rolled off the guy's tongues. I tried hard not to let it get to me,
but it wasn't easy. I wasn't sure what I hated most, being ignored or being
the butt of so much teasing.
When Tuesdays gym class loomed I really worried about what might happen. I
made doubly sure I had my own gym gear, as well as my original leotard in
case Miss Butcher checked up on me. In the locker room I changed normally
and joined the rest of the kids assembling in the gym for the start of the
class. Miss Butcher couldn't resist a comment once we were all ready.
"Arrr Paul - so good to see you remembered your own shorts today, did you
also bring your leotard too, like I asked?"
Everyone suppressed a snigger but at least it wasn't the howls I got on
Friday.
"Yes Miss Butcher" I mumbled, but she didn't hear me over the good humour
rolling through the class.
"Speak up Paul" she demanded, "Have you got your leotard with you?"
My heart skipped a beat - she was starting to get angry and it seemed she
might force me into the leotard again if I wasn't careful.
"Yes I have it Miss Butcher." I couldn't bring myself to say the word
`leotard' out aloud, and hoped this confession would appease her.
Fortunately it did, "Just as well too - right class, spread out ready for
stretching - GO"
The class progressed without further incident, and the week plodded on. My
freak status was slowly diminishing, and I gradually found myself more and
more alone. Occasionally I saw Angela around and she would give me a little
knowing smile, or would say `hi'. Each time I hoped for more, but was
disappointed.
During classes my thoughts returned more and more to the excitement of the
leotard and the pinafore, and that fantastic high in the bathroom. I didn't
want to disobey Claire, but I decided that if I could do it again when she
was out, then what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. The more I imagined
the lovely feelings of the dress flowing around me, combined with the close
fitting revealing leotard, the more I couldn't wait to again have the house
to myself.
I had to struggle through a full 3 weeks until a suitable opportunity
arose. It was Saturday morning, and the house was emptying. Claire was off
to a swimming competition; she was on the school team for freestyle I think
and probably a few other events. Mum and Dad were off for a big shopping
trip to a mall a few towns away. I figured I had at least three hours to
myself! I could hardly wait, and had wondered all the previous day what I
should wear. I really wanted the school leotard with its lovely all-over
tightness and pretty blue and white trim, but I didn't trust that zipper at
all. I wondered about looking through Claire's things for a better leotard,
but her words about staying out of her clothes rung clearly in my head, as
did the risk of another uncontrolled ejaculation! As soon as Mum and Dad
drove off I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to piss before
getting started.
As I was drying my hands I saw in the shower stall one of my sisters
swimsuits hanging on the rosehead. She had heaps of different swimsuits,
and often left one there to dry after a training session. This swimsuit, a
one piece black lycra Speedo, made me freeze. It was shiny and inviting,
and appealed to me in the same strange way the school leotard did. I
reached out and touched it, and instantly it felt fantastic in my fingers!
It was a beautiful swimsuit, it kind of kept its shape as I explored it,
and it had a soft lining inside the front panel. After turning it over I
wondered how it would feel on me, and before I knew it, I was quickly
stripping. Claire's warning had disappeared completely from my mind as the
temptation and desire of the swimsuit overwhelmed all other thoughts.
With growing dexterity I stepped into the swimsuit and pulled it up my legs
and waist. Heaven! I had to pause to figure out what went where, but then I
managed to get my arms through the right parts, and it was done! I finished
adjusting various parts, and then paused to enjoy that electric sensation
swept through me again - it was just electric. I felt sexy and desirable,
but simultaneously so completely exposed. How do girls wear something so
revealing without being so very self conscious? The excitement of the lycra
was also sending me wild, man it was great! I was firmly supported within
the swimsuit, but it was comfortable and felt so beautiful on me, both by
being encased within it, and to my touch. It was a lot smoother than the
leotard, and as I rubbed my hands along my upper thighs then up and over my
hips, I hardly felt my skin stop and the swimsuit start.
I was as hard as a rock during all this and felt real adrenaline as I
explored this new experience. The front of the swimsuit came up fairly
high on my chest, but not as far up as the close design of my leotard. The
back covered my bum, but not much more! It had a `cut out' panel from the
small of my back to roughly just below my shoulder blades, then a
cross-over panel-thing stretched across my shoulders in an "x" shape. The
straps were about an inch in width, and sat very flat as they wrapped over
me. I liked the firmness that resulted from all this, but at the same time
I also loved the way the material stretched with me. The best part was the
sensation I felt through the lycra; as I rubbed my dick the sensation made
me feel faint - oh it was excellent. I wanted to wear this swimsuit for
ever!
I wondered around the house and found myself in the kitchen. Nothing but
have breakfast I suppose. As I moved around finding something to eat the
swimsuit felt sensational against my skin, and I went out of my way to
stretch this way and that to feel the lycra expand and contract, massaging
parts of me that never experienced these things previously. I have to say
it was a very thrilling thing to do, and it was heightened by the feeling
of danger from doing something really naughty.
I sat in the lounge and watched TV as I ate. After a few minutes the cold
plate on my lap made me shiver, and I realised that wearing only this black
Speedo was not enough this early in the day. I thought about going out
into the back garden and lying in the sun, but the risk of being seen by a
neighbour outweighed the lovely idea of walking around in the fresh air in
this swimsuit! I wondered how a girl would solve this problem, and pictured
girls at the beach or around swimming pools. I suddenly recalled an obvious
trick, I could wrap a towel around my waist and wear it as a make-shift
skirt. That would do it!
I went to the linen cupboard and searched for a suitable towel. It had to
be one that matched the swimsuit! The solution was one of Claire's of
course, a nice beach towel with pictures of teddy bears with buckets and
spades. I first wrapped the towel around the top of my chest like I'd seen
woman on the movies do as they came out of the shower, but without breasts
to keep the towel in place it felt stupid. I settled for around the waist,
and had a couple of attempts to get it fitting right. Each time I
re-wrapped it, a little sensation swept through me, it was that feeling of
revelation as I took the towel off and stood in all my glory in just the
swimsuit. It reminded me of the leotard - vulnerable and precarious, but at
the same time all safely tucked in! I took the towel off pretending I was
in a group of girls that were about to sunbathe at the beach or something.
What a neat feeling that was! To an outsider my little stage play must have
looked stupid indeed, but I was in a different world.
With the towel on I started to warm up nicely. I returned to the lounge and
sat happily in front of the TV. Time passed by and I wished I could wear
these lovely new clothes around the house whenever I wanted. What a
dream. It filled me with a longing that I found really spooky. I felt so
comfortable in this swimsuit. During a ad break I stood up and again took
off the towel and felt the cooler air circulate around my bare legs. I felt
an erection returning and thought briefly about a visit to the bathroom to
release the growing urge! Maybe when the program finishes, I thought, and
feeling warmer I left the towel on the floor so I could play with my dick
through the swimsuit during the last few minutes of the show.
I must have got caught up with the TV for suddenly I heard the back door
open and voices. Man, what a fool I had been. As the remote was in my hand
I instantly killed the TV, and instinctively dived behind the sofa. From
the kitchen the lounge was only just hidden from view, if I hadn't reacted
immediately I would have been seen for sure. The three-seater sofa was
backed up against a wall, and it might just hide me from a casual observer!
I was absolutely terrified of course, and felt the shakes returning. The
little erection I had been so proud of a moment ago as it strained
valiantly against the lycra had instantly withered, and now my dick was
hardly visible at all!! I hoped I was as inconspicuous as I pressed myself
closer into the back of the sofa in sheer panic.
It was Claire back early from the swim meet with another girl - oh no! The
two teenagers were chatting in the kitchen as they fixed something to
drink. I heard their voices get louder as they came into the lounge. I
panicked even more, hoping like mad I was not going to be discovered in my
pathetic state. The voice of the other girl was half familiar, and then it
struck me as being Angela! My heart sunk deeper - of all the people to see
me now! She was also on the swim team, so I guess Claire and her were
becoming friends. Normally I would have been pleased, for I might have
another excuse to meet her, but in my very feminine state, I would
positively die if she found me out.
As the two girls came into the lounge proper, Claire stopped talking for a
second, then said " Oh, how odd, what's my beach towel doing here in the
lounge?"
Oh fuck! I screwed my eyes closed even tighter and waited for my impending
death.
I heard Claire continue - "Back in a second Angela, make yourself
comfortable, I'll just get rid of this", then silence.
A moment later the TV came on. Relief! That might drown out my frantically
beating heart.
Claire came back into the room and they started chatting about swimming and
school. I kept as still as I could, very aware that the girls were only a
few feet away from me. They talked and talked about all sorts of things,
practically never even pausing for breath it seemed to me. I lost a bit of
interest and started to relax just a little, but it was never far from my
mind that at any moment I might be exposed and shamed!!
I heard my name mentioned and was jolted back into the conversation.
"....yes he was really upset that Friday night" said Claire, "I can
understand, that would have been so horrible for him to go through."
"I think he looked pretty cute, actually" said Angela.
My ears burned and I felt shocks run through my whole body Cute? What did
she mean by that?
Angela continued "I mean, he's no hunk, but he tries hard to be nice, and
wearing a leotard I guess there seemed no barriers to him - like - he was
hardly going to come over and be `Mr Tough Guy' like boys normally do -
that act is so ridiculous - and you can't relax as you never know when they
are going to try and grope you! Little Pualie in his leotard seemed like
the first boy I'd known who I sensed could be a friend. It was so eerie -
do you know what I mean, or am I being stupid?"
I couldn't believe what Angela was saying. I would have thought that girls
would have dismissed me and my forced feminisation as just a "cup-cake"
like Hairy Face had, and would have even despised me as a sissy. If I was
trying to approach a girl of course I would have tried to act tough, wasn't
that what they liked? I was so confused. I also wondered why she had
referred to me using the same name Matt had used in the locker room? No-one
else had called me that since Matt had used it?
"He is a strange boy" said Claire, and as she paused for thought I groaned
quietly to myself - oh no - is she going to mention catching me in the
leotard at home, having enjoyed coming in it! Just when it seemed Angela
was half interested in me!
Claire seemed to change her mind and continued "I wonder where he is, I
thought he would be home, for the door was unlocked? To bad, hey, why don't
we clean up here and go down to the mall. I'll call Beth, and we can look
for some new summer things?"
Huge relief ran through my whole pathetic body, I might just get out of
this alive after all. The two girls went out of the room and I thought in a
few more minutes the perilous situation would be over. Eventually I heard
the door close and they were gone.
I crawled out, stiff, sore and cold. Suddenly wearing the swimsuit felt
really ridiculous. I went up to the bathroom and stripped off. Claire's
beach towel was sticking out of the laundry hamper and a disastrous thought
struck me. If Claire had been in the bathroom, she might have noticed her
swimsuit was not in the shower stall!! Oh no, just when I thought I was
safely out of this calamity.
I thought carefully what to do, and decided to place the Speedo in among
the laundry clothes. Maybe she could be convinced that it had been there
all the time? It was probably my best chance. I padded back into my room in
the nude and closed the door. What a mess, but now I was safe and hopefully
undiscovered. In the familiarity of my room, and with the danger over, I
relaxed and realised how much of a high I had had from the whole thing -
what an adrenaline rush! This was very bizarre, for I would never want to
be back in that delicate situation again, but the thrill of having got away
with it was really strong. Strange?!
Later that evening Claire came unannounced into my room. I stayed lying on
my bed reading, and acted as calmly as possible even though I could sense
she had something important on her mind. She stood over me and started
straight in.
"Paul, someone has taken my black swimsuit that was in the shower - was it
you?"
My mind raced! Damn, she had noticed after all!
I wanted to tell her everything, but I knew it would upset her, and she had
been so nice to me too! Double damn, I didn't want to make her mad, so I
decided there was no other way out of this.
I started to lie - "Me, of course not, why would I have taken your stuff?
Go ask mum where it is."
"Paul - are you sure?" Claire firmly asked.
I cringed, sensing this was not going well at all, but I had to maintain
what I had started.
"Look, it will be where you left it, or in your bag, or in the laundry
basket or something,"I said.
"That's just it Paul, that's where I found it, in the basket, but I didn't
put it there as I always rinse my swimsuits instead of washing it, as the
powder ruins them. Mum knows that, I know that, Dad doesn't know anything,
so that only leaves YOU!! Why did you move my swimsuit - no, let me guess,
you little toad, you tried it on, didn't you?"
She was becoming really mad, and getting uncomfortably close to the truth!
Claire looked straight in my eyes, and then I knew that she had found me
out.
Before I could say or do anything, Claire grabbed one of my arms and forced
it around and up behind by back. I fell instantly forward, face down, onto
the bed, and in loads of pain. Claire's surprise attach, coupled with
unexpected strength and determination, gave her complete domination over
me. What was rapidly becoming a familiar feeling, I knew I was again in a
completely powerless situation.
Claire continued "You little shit, I gave you a chance to tell the truth
and you LIED! I can't trust you any more. I wanted to help you - and you
lied to me - that really pisses me off, more than you wanting to wear my
clothes! I don't know why I bothered with you. I'm telling Mum and she can
deal with you."
"DON'T - please -" I pleaded, "I'm really sorry Claire, really - I wanted
to tell you the truth, honest, it's just that I couldn't do it. I won't do
it again, please, please - give me another chance."
There was a long silence, the Claire continued.
"I'm going to fix you brat, you wait. I feel bloody annoyed with you, and
don't trust you any more, but I know exactly how to sort you out, you just
see!"
She pushed me harder into the bed and the pain level increased. Claire then
surprisingly released me, and left my room. I was crying with both pain and
dismay. I hadn't ever heard Claire so pissed off, and so determined. I
really feared she was going straight to Mum, but I heard she bedroom door
bang closed, so I knew I had a reprieve for now. Shit, I felt really bad,
my one and only friend I had just lost. I felt sick and alone.
Chapter 4 - Claire's Revenge
I didn't know what Claire had in store for me, so I lived in constant fear
for the next few days. I was sure I was going to be confronted by Mum, or
worse Dad, but they made no sign that Claire had told them. I briefly
considered running away, but with no money, or no where to go, how could I
live? Over and over again I wished I hadn't put Claire's swimsuit on, but
even with the dread I was living with, I remembered that powerful urge at
the time, and knew I had been helpless to it. Man alive, I was paying for
it now, however, with interest!
A week went by and still nothing happened. Day and night I lived with the
fright of being confronted, but each day it reduced just a little. I preyed
Claire had changed her mind, but I would be so lucky, she wasn't that kind
of person. When she said she was going to do something, it generally got
done.
One evening Mum came into my room and I feared this was it. My heart sped
up, and I tried to recall the lies and excuses I had been furiously
practising over and over since that Sunday.
"Paul, you and Claire will have to look after yourselves next weekend as
I'm going to travel with Dad to his annual conference. I've sure you'll
both be ok, Claire said she will look after the meals and it's only for two
nights. Is that ok with you?"
"Sure mum,"I said. We had occasionally had weekends by ourselves before: it
was hardly as if we were babies or anything!
"Well I just wanted to let you know," Mum said as she left.
I was so relieved that Mum hadn't come in to confront me that I didn't
think to see the disaster that was looming.
The following Friday I went home from school as normal. Around 4 pm Claire
stepped in the back door and came into the kitchen. I was fixing a snack
there, and she spoke in a cool steady voice.
"Paul, some of the girls on the swim team are coming here soon for a
sleep-over, will you please make sure none of your junk is lying around the
house."
"Ok,"I replied, and we left it at that. It seemed a reasonable request. We
were hardly spoken since that awful Sunday, and this hardly seemed the time
for a thawing of diplomatic relations.
I finished eating and passed through the lounge to make sure it was
presentable before retreating to the book in my room. Over the next little
while I heard the girls arriving one by one, and briefly wondered if Angela
would be coming. As if she would want to talk to me!
Around 6 pm Claire come unannounced into my room. She normally knocked, so
I knew something was up straight away. She closed the door behind her, and
looked at me sternly.
"Right little brother - this is it. I'm ready to get you back for what you
did to me."
Her manner was like nothing I had seen before, and I knew I was in big
trouble. I felt that familiar panic set in and my eyes widened. Before I
could say anything, she continued.
"Three times now you have worn girls clothes, once you had to, and twice
you choose to. I'm going to see what you really want. Tonight you are going
to join me and my friends for your first girl's `sleep-over' party, and
guess what, we are going to dress you as a girl whenever we want to -
starting right now. Where's your leotard?"
After delivering this thunderbolt she just glared at me. I was stunned. As
much as I had liked wearing the leotard a few weeks ago, I would die of
shame wearing it now in front of her friends. I could image being the butt
of the same humiliation and taunting as I got in the gym. My eyes started
to water.
"No" started Claire, straight in. "Crying like a girl won't help you. I've
thought about this, and it's what you deserve. Now - is your leotard still
in your school bag?"
Before I could stop her she had my leotard out and had passed it to me.
"Get changed right now Paul, and I'll zip you up. If you refuse, I'll call
in some of the girls, and we'll change you ourselves."
This was no idle threat! I'd seen the swim team around home before, they
were all teenage girls around Claire's age, but in numbers, and with their
training, I knew I would be overpowered easily! I sensed the same sinking
feelings as I had the day outside the Lost and Found cupboard, and in front
of Matt: I was being forced into submission without any choice in the
matter.
I hadn't changed in front of my sister for years, but I knew I had to now
for she made no sign of leaving! I was so embarrassed! With my back turned
to Claire I timidly stripped out of all my boy clothes, and when completely
naked, I stepped into the leotard. I felt so powerless and weak, but I knew
I had to do exactly what she commanded.
When my leotard was in place Claire expertly zipped me up. I was again
fully secured within it, and I felt the material stretch nicely around me!
Unfortunately I was this time in no position to enjoy that sensation, in
fact quite the reverse, for again the leotard was now my tormentor!
Claire grabbed my arm and lead me straight into her room. Without saying
anything she sat me down on her dresser chair facing the mirror, and
started rearranging my hair.
"What are you doing,." I squeaked.
"Well Paul, I've explained everything to the girls, and one suggested if
you are to wear girl's clothes all weekend then you should look as much
like a girl too, and do girl things. That could involve an awful lot, but
will be good for you. I can't be bothered with much tonight, so this will
have to do."
Before I knew it she had pulled my longish hair back into a small pony
tail, and tied it with a little yellow ribbon. The front she teased out,
and with the aid of some hairspray, gave me a kind of fringe look. It
wasn't the real thing by a long shot, but it did change my features quite a
bit. I looked at myself in the mirror, and started to feel the familiar
tingles. The yellow matched the blue leotard, and as much as I hated the
whole situation, I thought the ribbon was a nice touch.
"Right, let's go!" she commanded, and again I was led forcefully by the
hand, this time out of her room and towards the lounge. The reality of
facing the girls while wearing only my leotard was well and truly dawning
on me, and at last I tried pathetically to resist my sister. It was wasted
effort, she increased her pace and I was dragged reluctantly on.
As we entered the lounge I saw around eight girls lying on the carpet or
over the sofas. The general clamour of conversation stopped. They all
turned and stared directly at me, and took in instantly my little blue
leotard, rearranged hair and the yellow ribbon.
It was absolutely horrible. My knees trembled and I felt weak all
over. Ironically, I was suddenly pleased to be still held by Claire, for
without her support my legs would have buckled for sure. Claire was still
very much in charge of the situation, if not moreso, now that I had been
paraded in front of her assembled friends.
Claire addressed the group - "Everyone, this is my pathetic brother I told
you about. His punishment is to join us for the weekend as a Girl. Just
treat him, ah her, as you think she deserves."
There was no uproar of laughter like the boys in the gym had done. Instead,
one of the girls called out - "What do we call her?"
"Good point" said Claire in almost a business-like way. "Angela, you heard
that the guys had christened him, `Paulie' wasn't it? Should we call him
Paulie?"
General discussion followed over what my new name should be. Some of the
suggestions were very feminine, and I felt really stupid. Here I was in
front of everyone, dressed as a girl and even wearing a ribbon that I
actually quite liked, and soon to be given a girl's name! It was
bizarre. I started to think about how far away this situation was from the
safe, happy feelings I had had while wearing in private Claire's winter
pinafore and swimsuit. Thinking of the swimsuit again stirred me, and in
absolute horror I sensed a full erection springing up in my leotard. I was
only 4 to 5 inches long fully stiff, but with the very revealing leotard, I
knew how obvious my dick would stand out.
With no where to hide it, my growing erection now felt like an elephant
trunk!
"Oh look, I think she likes being a girl,"the girl closest to me called
out. I was only a few feet away from her, and she was on the carpet looking
up. She seemed fascinated by my state; possibly this was the first erect
penis she had seen, for it was holding her complete attention!
Everyone stopped talking and again focused on me. My face was now doubly
burning with embarrassment and humiliation - it was the worst I had ever
felt. I turned and tried to get away, but Claire still had my hand and I
was unable to break free.
"Right, it's Pauline then" said Claire, "and if you run away Pauline, it
will only be worse for you later. Take your punishment now and you and I
will be even. Relax, who knows, perhaps you'll like the rest of the weekend
as well!"
The `as well' was clearly a reference to my reaction to wearing the
leotard, and with a sinking feeling I realised that everyone now knew my
growing interest in girls clothes. I would have done anything to turn the
clock back, but as the secret was out what could I do now? My situation
left me feeling completely powerless and at the full mercy of Claire and
her friends. I did like wearing some girl's clothes, especially the school
uniform and that swimsuit, but I didn't ever want to acknowledge that in
front of anyone, perhaps even fully acknowledge it to myself?
I sensed a long miserable weekend in front of me, but as I thought about
the situation, other incomplete notion also formed in my brain. These girls
seemed to be taking it reasonably well, certainly with more practicality
and sensitivity than the boys in the gym class had. They seemed to
understand what Claire wanted too achieve, and were playing along with
it. I didn't know what I was going to be forced into, but perhaps it wasn't
going to be completely bad?
I felt so frightened and confused. Just what was in store for me this
weekend??
--- to be continued ----
Thanks for staying with me and making it this far! I hope you enjoyed this
fictitious story, I certainly became engrossed (obsessed?) developing it !
I'd love to hear from you with any comments or suggestions, farewell for
now - Little Paulie
little_paulie@yahoo.com